The Ashtons - Cole, Abigail & Megan

the button through the buttonhole, then reached for the metal tab. But when she noticed his arousal pushing insistently against the fly, she shook her head. “I think you’d better do this. I don’t want to be responsible for causing you any injury, either.”
    He glanced down, then, chuckling, he nodded. “You might be right. Zippers and erections can be a dangerous combination.”
    She watched him carefully ease the metal tab downward, then push his jeans and briefs from his lean hips and down his muscular legs. When he kicked them aside and turned to face her, Abby’s heart stopped completely, then took off at a gallop. Russ’s body was a work of art—a thoroughly aroused work of art.
    The muscles of his wide shoulders, chest and thighswere well-defined from years of physical labor in the vineyards. His flanks were lean and sleek. But is was the sight of his proud, full erection that sent her pulse racing.
    Her gaze flew to his, and his sexy smile caused her insides to quiver and the butterflies in her stomach to flap wildly. She said the first thing that came to mind. “My goodness! That’s awfully large.”
    “Don’t be afraid of me.” His grin did strange things to her insides when he stepped forward and ran his finger along the top of her waistband. “I’m just a man like any other.”
    Somehow she doubted that was the case, but the feel of his fingertip brushing the sensitive skin of her belly robbed her of the ability to speak, breathe or even think. She tingled where he touched her, and when he silently asked her with his eyes to take the next step, all she could do was nod.
    Russ’s heated gaze held hers captive as he released the button at the top of her jeans, then slid the zipper all the way down. Clutching his shoulders for support, she closed her eyes and held her breath when he slowly pushed her jeans down her thighs. She felt him kneel in front of her to lift first one of her legs, then the other, to remove the jeans completely.
    With her eyes still closed, she waited for him to do the same with her panties. But when he placed his warmhands on her knees, then slowly skimmed them upward, her body began to tremble with need. His hands stopped at the tops of her thighs, and she felt his fingers trace the elastic around her legs. She forgot all about what she thought he might do next and focused on how he was making her feel.
    Caught up in the excitement of his teasing, it took her a moment to realize what he meant to do when he moved his thumbs and they came to rest on the damp fabric between her legs. Her whole body trembled, and she thought she would surely melt when he lightly chafed the most sensitive spot on her body.
    Leaning forward, he kissed the skin below her navel. “Do you like that?”
    Unable to find her voice, she nodded.
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    If he stopped now, she was sure she’d die from wanting. “N-no.”
    “Are you ready for me to take these off?”
    The sound of his rich baritone and the light pressure of his thumbs caused a fresh wave of heat to flow through her. “Y-yes.”
    When he moved his hands to the elastic waistband and removed the sensible cotton panties, she stepped out of them on wobbly legs. She felt an almost uncontrollable urge to cover herself when he straightened and stepped back to look at her. But the appreciation and rawhunger she saw in Russ’s eyes stopped her, and she stood proudly before him.
    “You’re perfect,” he said, taking her into his arms.
    Her moan mingled with his groan of pleasure as soft, female skin met with hard, male flesh. Sparks of electric current skipped over every nerve in her body at the contact, and caused the threads of desire swirling inside of her to twine together and form a coil of need deep in the very core of her. He kissed her, letting her taste his passion, and when he finally raised his head, they clung to each other as they gasped for breath.
    “I—” he cleared his throat “—think we’d better lay down before we collapse.”
    Abby nodded. “I doubt that my legs are going to support me much longer.”
    Stepping back, he nodded toward the big bed in the elevated part of the trailer. “Climb in and I’ll turn out the light.”
    She shook her head and bit her lower lip to keep a nervous giggle from erupting. “Not on your life, cowboy. Turn the light off, then I’ll get in bed.” At his confused expression, she explained, “Can you imagine how undignified and embarrassing